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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
The Names,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.