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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.