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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.