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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Organ,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.