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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.