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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Smog,
New Order,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.