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 Seychelles and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.