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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.