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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Normal to the techno 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.