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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Can,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.