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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.