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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.