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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Nico,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.