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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Saints 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.