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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.