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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.