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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Visage,
PIL,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Television,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.