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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
X-101,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.