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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rapeman to the disco 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.