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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 the Normal 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Japan,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.