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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.