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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the techno 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.