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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Roxette to the funk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.