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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.