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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
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 rhodes 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Hoover,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.