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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.