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 Tuvalu 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Vogues to the dance 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.