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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 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 ABC to the rock 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.