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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the dance 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.