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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
UT,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.