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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.