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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.