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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.