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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Organ,
Aswad,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.