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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Scrapy 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.