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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.