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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 sitar 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 Soft Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.