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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tremeloes to the disco 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.