Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.