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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pretty Things to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.