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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.