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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.