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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.