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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Steve Hackett to the punk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.