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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.