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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.