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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.