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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Wire,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.