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 Nauru and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.