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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.