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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.