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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
The Index,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.