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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Liliput,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.