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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.