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 Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.