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 Syria and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.