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 Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Index,
Organ,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.