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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.