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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.