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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Smoke to the grime 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Index,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Technova,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.