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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.