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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the grunge 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.