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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
10cc,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.