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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.