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 Chad 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 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 Ossler to the funk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.