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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.