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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.