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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.