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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Urselle,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
The Names,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Index,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.