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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Ronan,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.