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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.