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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.