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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 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 Man Parrish 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.