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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.