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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.