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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 London and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.