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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gap Band to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.