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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Pole,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.