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 Syria and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.