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 Canada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.