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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.