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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.