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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.