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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Grey Daturas to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.