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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Excepter,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.