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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Rites of Spring to the grime 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.