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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders 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?
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.