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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Interpol,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.