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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.