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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.