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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.