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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.