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 Algeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Babytalk to the dance 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club 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?
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
The Associates,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.