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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.