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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Steve Hackett to the techno 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.