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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 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 Visage to the rap 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.