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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.