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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 organ 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.