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 Belarus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.