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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.