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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Television,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.