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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.