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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 The Associates to the jazz 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.