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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 güiro 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.