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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.