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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the grime 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.