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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Qualms to the techno 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.