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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.