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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.