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 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.