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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.