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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 10cc to the dance 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.