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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.