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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.