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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Anakelly to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.