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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Funkadelic to the grime 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.