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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.