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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 The Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.