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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.