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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.