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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.