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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.