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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rites of Spring to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.