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 Korea North and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.