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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Can,
Slave,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.