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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.