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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.