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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Darondo to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.