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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cowsills to the dance 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
New Order,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.