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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Index,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.