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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.