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 Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.