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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.