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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Slave,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.