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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.