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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Skatalites to the grunge 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Index,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.