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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Index,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.