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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.