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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kas Product to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Television,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Shoche,
The Index,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Can,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.