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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.