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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.