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 Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.