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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the disco 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.