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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.