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 Gabon 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.