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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Crime,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.