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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.