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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Section 25,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.