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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Colin Newman to the grime 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Index,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.