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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.