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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the rap 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.