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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.