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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Wings,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.