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 Angola and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Section 25 to the punk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.