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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.