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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx to the funk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
X-101,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.