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 Solomon Islands 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.