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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the dance 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.