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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.