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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.