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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
June Days,
CMW,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.