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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.