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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.