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 Burundi and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.