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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Joey Negro to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.