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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Brick,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.