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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.