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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.