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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.