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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Smog,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.