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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Ronan,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.