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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.