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 Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Brick,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.