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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the techno 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.