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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.