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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
JFA,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.