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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.