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 France and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
the Association,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.