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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oblivians 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.