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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.