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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 The Sound to the rap 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Wire,
The Names,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Mars,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.