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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.