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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.