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 Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rap 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.