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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alphaville to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
cv313,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.