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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.