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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.