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 Comoros 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the techno 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.