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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 snare 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw 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 rock 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.