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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sight & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.