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 Malta and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Five Americans to the jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.