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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 linndrum 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero 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.