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 Uganda and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.