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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
World's Most,
The Index,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.