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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.