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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.