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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 China Crisis to the crunk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.