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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 The Smiths to the crunk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.