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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 the Association to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.