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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.