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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
X-102,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.