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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deakin to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.