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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.