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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.