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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.