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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Hoover to the disco 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Can,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.