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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories 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?
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.