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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Rekid,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.