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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.