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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.