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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.