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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.