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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.