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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.