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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.