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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Index to the disco 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.