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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.