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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s 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 The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.