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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
a-ha,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.