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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the grunge 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.