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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.