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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.