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 France and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.