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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the dance 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.