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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Donny Hathaway 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.