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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 theremin 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.