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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the funk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.