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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.