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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
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.