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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.