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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.