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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.