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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.