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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.