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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.