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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.