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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Lyres,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.