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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.