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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.