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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.