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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 the Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.