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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Godley & Creme 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.