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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the dance 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
the Association,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.