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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the disco 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.