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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 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 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Index,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.