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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.