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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.