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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.