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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.