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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Aswad,
New Order,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.