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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.