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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.