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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Swans,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.