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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The New Christs to the techno 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.