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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Television,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.