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 Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
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De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.