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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.