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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Soft Machine to the funk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
The Saints,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.