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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.