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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.