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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Model 500,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.