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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Heaven 17 to the techno 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.