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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.