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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 CMW to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.