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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.