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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.