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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
The Associates,
Pole,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.