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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Busters to the crunk 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.