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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Shadows of Knight to the funk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.