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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.