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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Brick,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.