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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
UT,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.