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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.