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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.