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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.