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 Venezuela and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 The Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.