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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 The United States of America to the rap 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.