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 Georgia and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.