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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.