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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Joe Finger 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.