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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.