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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.