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 Congo 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.