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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.