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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
The Index,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan 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.