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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.