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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Swans,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Scion,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.