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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.