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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 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 Massinfluence to the crunk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.