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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.