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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Mantronix 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.