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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.