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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
UT,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.