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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Brick,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.