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 Uganda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Gong,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.