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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Anakelly to the jazz 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.