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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Dawn Penn to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.