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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Martian to the dance 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.