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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.