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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Monks,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.