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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.