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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Thompson Twins to the techno 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Roxette,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.