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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Brick to the techno 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
cv313,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Organ,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.