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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.