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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.