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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.