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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.