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 Austria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
New Order,
UT,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.