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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Television,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
June Days,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.