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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.