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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.