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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.