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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.