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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.