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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.