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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.