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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.