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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.