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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.