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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.