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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.