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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 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 David McCallum to the jazz 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.