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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.