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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.