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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Drexciya,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.