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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.