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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.