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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.