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 Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Scientists,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Television,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.