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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.