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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.