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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Toasters to the dance 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Index,
Organ,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.