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 Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.