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 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Nas,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.