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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.