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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.