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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.