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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.