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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.