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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 guitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.