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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
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Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.