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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the crunk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.