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 Moldova and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.