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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the punk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.