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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.