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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mummies to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
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Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.