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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.