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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.