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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.