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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the rap 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.