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 Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Mars,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.