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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.