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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.