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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.