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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Organ,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.