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 Afghanistan and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the jazz 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.