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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.