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 Togo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.