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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Neu!,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.