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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Scientists,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.