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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
New Order,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.