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 Romania and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
ABC,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.