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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.