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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.