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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.