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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.