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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
UT,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.