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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
a-ha,
Hoover,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.