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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Flash Fearless to the dance 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.