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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Alphaville to the techno 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Josef K,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.