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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.