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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
New Order,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.