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 Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.