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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
DNA,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.