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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.