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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.