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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 DNA 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.