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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Wally Richardson to the punk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.