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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.