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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.