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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.