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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Slave,
Mandrill,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.