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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.