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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.