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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Television,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.