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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.