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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.