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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.