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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wake to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.