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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Technova,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.