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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.