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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Wings,
Can,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.