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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.