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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.