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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.