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 Burundi and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.