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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Names,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.