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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.