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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
X-101,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.