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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.