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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the crunk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.