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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
The Move,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
UT,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.