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 Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Mars,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.