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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Laurel Aitken 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.