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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.