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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Gong to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.