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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.