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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.