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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Fear,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.