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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Derrick May to the rap 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Index,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.