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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
X-102,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.