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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.