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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Can,
June Days,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.