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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 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 Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Lyres,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.