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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.