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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 mellotron 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 The Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.