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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy 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?
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.