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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.