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 Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Magma,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.