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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 rhodes 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.