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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.