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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.