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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.