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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.