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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.