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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Echospace to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.