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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Television,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.