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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.