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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Al Stewart to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.