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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.