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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trojans to the crunk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Erasure,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.