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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
MDC,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.