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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.