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 Senegal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.