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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Lyres,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.