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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.