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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
10cc,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.