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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.