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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.