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 Poland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 crunk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.