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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.