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 Austria and from New York.
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 Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.