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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.