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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Can,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.