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 Oman and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.