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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the grime 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
PIL,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.