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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.