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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Scion to the techno 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.