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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.