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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, 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.