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 Congo and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Television,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.