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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.