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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.