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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.