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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
X-102,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.