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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Ten City to the funk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Television,
ABC,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.