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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Q and Not U to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
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.