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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.