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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.