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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.