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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.