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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Monks to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Crime,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.