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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.