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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.