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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.