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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Niagra to the grime 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.