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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.