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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.