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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.