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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Chrome to the grime 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.