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 Chad and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.