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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.