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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.