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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.