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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 oboe 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 D'Angelo to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.