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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
June Days,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.