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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.