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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.