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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.