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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Wings,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.