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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
cv313,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.