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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.