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 Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.