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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.