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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Visage,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.