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 Chad and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the punk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.