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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Wire,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.