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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.