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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the rock 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.