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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.