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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.