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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.