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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 ABC 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.