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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.