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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the grime 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.