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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Faust,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.