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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.