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 Kenya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.