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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Japan,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.