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 Australia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.