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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.