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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.