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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Erasure,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.