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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 J.B.'s to the crunk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.