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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Saints,
Organ,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.