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 Oman 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.