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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.