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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.