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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.