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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Brick,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.