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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.