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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.